Tomorrow Cheng was startled, she wanted to sleep with him? !
Before his mind could react, his feet had already moved out of the way.
Zhao Jing walked in holding the pillow. He closed the door and followed her. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
He was afraid that if he accidentally reminded her of something by saying a few words, she would regret it.
He took two quick steps and lifted the quilt for her, acting naturally as if they were an ordinary couple.
Zhao Jing kicked off her slippers and climbed up with her pillow in hand, arranged her pillow, and then lay down on the bed.
Tomorrow Cheng also lifted the quilt and went to bed and lay down next to her.
His face seemed calm, but his heart was beating like thunder. The last time he slept with her was a month ago. At that time, she was still drunk and completely unconscious.
But now she was awake, lying on his bed by herself.
She had always wanted to be strong, and this was the first time she relied on him like this, so he couldn't let go of this opportunity.
He turned his head and watched her curled up sleeping gently next to his arm. He reached out and took her head into his arms.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and he pretended to be calm: "I'll hold you to sleep, don't be afraid."
She gave a soft "hmm" and rubbed herself into his arms with some satisfaction. She found a comfortable position and leaned closer to him.
Their bodies were close together, and she huddled softly in his arms. Tomorrow Cheng suddenly felt no longer sleepy or tired, and his head no longer hurt.
The person in his arms seemed to have a sense of security, gradually calmed down, and his breathing gradually became even.
But Cheng can't be quiet tomorrow.
Zhao Jing seemed to have overlooked one thing. This was the second time they slept together, not the twentieth or the hundredth time, but the second time they had been thinking about it for a long time.
And for the first time, he experienced it so well that he dreamed about it countless times in the past month.
After thinking about her for a month, she was unexpectedly waiting to share the same bed with him for the second time. She was now huddled in his arms, her gentle breaths tickling the crook of his neck, and her soft hands were still on his. On his waist, he grabbed the corner of his clothes.
The image of their first time rolled through his mind. On her bed, she was as soft as a puddle of water, soft everywhere.
There was a lump in his throat, a fire rising from below, and a dark light suppressed in his eyes.
She was comfortable now, but he was dying.
He closed his eyes and told himself over and over again in his mind that she was so frightened and injured, and she was holding him because she felt insecure. How could he think of that kind of thing at a time like this?
He lowered his eyes to look at her face, a haggard and pale little face, her eyes were a little swollen from crying too much, and the ends of her eyes were still red.
He tried to awaken some conscience from her pitiful appearance.
But it seems to be getting drier.
She seemed to notice his sight, opened her eyes, looked at him with misty eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
He pursed his lips and said, "It's nothing. Just go to sleep. I'm here. Nothing will happen to you."
She nodded and hugged him tighter.
Tomorrow Cheng: "..."
He silently took the quilt to separate his lower body.
For the first time, she learned to rely on him, so he might as well endure it.
There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, he thought to himself.
She suddenly said in a low voice: "Actually, I thought I was dead this time."
"Um?"
"Why can't Shi Zhuo think about kidnapping me? Doesn't he know that in the eyes of my parents, my daughter is just a marriage tool?"
She smiled mockingly: "I'm worthless."
He frowned: "Who said that?"
He looked at her seriously: "Xiaojing, you are very valuable, you are worth 500 million."
Zhao Jing's nose felt sore and she hurriedly lowered her eyes.
It was the first time she was so valuable.
She seemed to be clinging to a driftwood for survival, and crawled into his arms again. The fear and anxiety of the past few days, her narrow escape from death, still can't be recovered even now.
Tomorrow Cheng secretly took a deep breath. She just moved and her lips brushed against his neck.
He could hardly hold it back and wanted to hold her down immediately.
But she suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes full of trust and dependence: "Tomorrow Cheng, thank you."
Her eyes made him feel like that dirty thing.
The impulse he had just had was suppressed again, at least not today. She had just escaped from death, and she was now treating him as a life-saving straw. How could he talk to her about it at this time?
What should I do if she ignores him when she gets angry?
He pursed his lips tightly and said restrainedly: "Well, go to sleep."
She lay down peacefully and was about to close her eyes when she remembered something and asked, "Why is your body so hot?"
His throat rolled up and his voice was slightly hoarse: "My physique is like this."
